Kim Schilling

Rookie (1967 / Illinois)

That Painted Face - Poem by Kim Schilling

they said,
I hide feelings,
and show the false me.
Put on that happy face.
Repress the sadness and hurt,
for no one likes the lonely child;
or so they told me and I believed.
Swallow all that you know about yourself,
and lose your precious identity too.
So I painted my lips big and bright,
for all to see the cheerful me;
my soul sinister with time.
Now grown and on my own,
I fear being lost.
I am consumed,
but the paint
does come

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 5, 2008

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